The Blacksmith’s Bell – Līgo Haībun Challenge

There are two topics to chose from this week in the  Līgo Haībun Challenge, Many thanks to hostess Nightlake for presenting this opportunity for writers to improve their writing skills. For more information click on the link. At the close of each challenge several of the entrees are chosen to receive “special mention”. A pleasant added goal to strive for. To all who enter the challenge, I wish you good writing. The topics are:

Bells

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“Strike while the iron is hot” – Chaucer

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My offering: The Blacksmith’s Bell

The sound reverberated as his hammer struck metal again, and again, and yet again. His strokes, a rhythm of harmony in motion, striking precise spots in smoothing repetition. This was a critical stage; the shaping and molding of white hot metal. The fires from the forge flamed high, giving off much needed heat.

It was an honor to be chosen. He would not fail. No casting for this bell. It was being crafted from his hands to last forever and would ring with clarity, a pure rich song of vibration never heard before. He would insure this.

The slow uniform succession of strokes tolled as his bell would toll. His purpose, his design, his creation. Sweat pored freely down greatly reddened face and body as the fires flamed his desire to create. A transmuted configuration produced by him and only him. A work of art – the blacksmith’s bell.

pure essence of need

the crafting of creation

man’s driven desire

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Thank you,

Penny

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Friday Fictioneers …Yes!

I’m actually going to give it a try! Thanks first to my wonderful friend nightlake at call2read who suggested I give it a try. Next a big thank you to Rochelle Wisoff for her excellent idea bringing impetus and motivation to those who wish to explore their writing creativity with her most clever Friday Fictioneers. A weekly prompt from a single photo. The idea is to write a very short story “flash fiction” as the result of first viewing the photo and then writing what comes to mind. This weeks photo and her unfinished sculpture compliments of Claire Fuller.

So this being my very first attempt – wish me luck here. I have one more person to thank, anelephantcant who as a result of one of his posts Halcyon Days Zeusian Ways where he retold (in a clever poetic way) a very classic story from the Greek legends of the Gods of Olympus, which in turn gave me the idea for my story, so here goes:

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It’s not nice to fool with the Gods of Mythology!

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“Could you please stop pacing?” Dryope sighed. “That is getting us nowhere!”

“Sorry”, I can’t help it.” Hermes replied. He stopped their walking and then stretched his head at a very unnatural angle in a futile attempt to look at her. “There must be something we can do?”

Dryope nodded her head, which at that particular moment meant she was nodding his head also. “I would agree. This is intolerable.”

He nodded back, silently thinking about their current situation. It was one of those prolonged and guilty silences. Hermes gulped, breathing in at the same time.

“So what did you say to him?” Dryope finally asked.

“Who?” Hermes responded, looking more than a little nervous.

“You know perfectly well who I mean!” She replied, stamping her (their) foot.

“Oh you mean dad … I mean Zeus, amazing God of all the Gods.” He said loudly, head raised up to the sky in the hopes of being heard.

“Yes, Zeus! What did you say to him?” Dryope asked one more time now dreading the answer to the question she posed.

“Um, well” you know I’ve been hanging out with Dionysus and he does like his drink, well we were sitting there drinking and he suggested I should be a little more forceful when I speak to dad. I mean Zeus, the all-powerful and forgiving…”

She interrupted him. Her words were quite forceful now. “What-exactly-did-you-say-to-him?”

“Um, well I think I called him a two-faced liar”!

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For those of you familiar with Greek Mythology you are aware that Dryope was married to Hermes, and that Hermes actually was good pals with Dionysus (Both of whom were sons of Zeus, his two youngest.) Dionysus was the God of wine, celebrations and ecstasy also patron God of the art of theater. Hermes was the Messenger of the Gods; God of commerce and thieves. So it is easy to picture this scene actually happening!

I do apologize here I went waaayyyy over the 100 words, so need to do much better with the next prompt! Having said that thanks for the read, I hope you enjoyed my first venture into the wonder friday fictioneers.

~ Penny

Penny